Streets Don't Luv Ya

Aye see i been thinking a lot I can't let one of bitches trick me out of my spot Told shawty i'm going thru it She say i'm making excuses These bitches ain't looking for love They only want you got That's a knot not a glock This a ruger inside my pocket TTG i'm trained to go You get to close ima pop it Stop it Ain't no need for the violence I know my grandma pray for me Looking down on me smiling While my thoughts steady piling Been doing good but my past i can't shake Tried to recreate my fate But starting to see it's too late Dirty drank in a 2 liter Drowning my sins away I'm sorry mama I know this ain't the life i was raised FMJs i shoot like Wilt Steady filling my clips Inferred beam i up this bitch and he dipped Hop out the rental Hit the corner he wasn't looking he tripped Spit fire from hollow tips And reconstructed his lip I'm from the sip where it go down Ain't no love in this state All these hoes out here fucking Be careful who you call bae Make sure you wrap yo dick And don't make a careless mistake I peep out shit before it happens and it's sad to say The streets don't love ya Yea Yea the streets don't love ya Streets don't love ya But if you my brother I won't put shit above ya The streets don't love ya Yea the streets don't love ya Yea Damn The streets don't love ya